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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 9:56 am
*Hmms* Your grades are improving, if what London says is true. *Indirectly admits to spying on her, Ian himself clueless that her grades sucked in the first place*
Here's the deal, Mini Skanklicious and Shorty Surfer Virgin. Keep that s**t up and my lips are sealed. But anything less than an O this week and your secrets are mine to tell.
Deal? *Smirks*
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:01 am
*Mouth wibbles before she scowls, looking very much like her brother as she nods and sets her jaw* Alright.
I just don't want to hurt him anymore... I really ******** up..
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:16 am
*Tucks his hand around Drake's, his goodnatured grin holding something like an edge as he watches Blaise; warning glitters in his eyes*
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:29 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:46 am
Ian is on duty this afternoon - using an examination room would arouse suspicions. *Arches an eyebrow* So get up on the desk.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:05 am
Oh.. Right, yeah.. *She let go of Hugo's hand and did as Blaise asked, hopping up onto the desk*
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:34 am
Now, let's see what you've got in your oven.
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